Chapter 69 – #16_Twin Donburi (4)
#68
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Odile’s ass-hole, reunited after only a day.
Though every wrinkle must have been soaked in lubricant through my fingers, the sticky feeling still wouldn’t go away.
You could call it a masterpiece of a pussy, I guess.
“Ah…”
Siwoo realized his mistake at Odile’s reaction, her eyes rolling back and her body trembling with her mouth wide open.
He had forced his cock in, practically pinning her down as she resisted fiercely.
Her pale lips proved that the pain was no joke.
“It…it hurts… Assistant…!”
Odile, who had been frozen like an ice cube for a while, gasped and rebuked Siwoo.
Her fox-like eyes, which tilted upwards, were filled with glistening tears.
Even though her spirit body was strong, it didn’t completely eliminate the pain.
“If you just… shove it in all at once like that… what am I supposed to do…?”
“I, I’m sorry.”
It wasn’t much different from when it was Odette, but he didn’t expect her to be in so much pain.
Was it because of the difference in position?
Confused, Siwoo apologized and tried to pull out.
“Ugh…! Stop! Don’t move…ahng….”
But it wouldn’t come out.
Was this what they called a vaginal spasm…? Or an anal spasm?
Siwoo, dumbfounded, saw Odile, who looked like a small animal huddled against the cold, her arms neatly folded in front of her chest, her mouth covered.
The sight of her delicate and lovely figure made his cock react with a spinal reflex.
“Don’t even twitch! Let’s just stay like this for a moment…”
Even the way she shook her head, as if pouting because the sensation was unfamiliar.
Odile was a genius at making his cock angry.
Where he got the courage from, Siwoo pressed down on Odile’s thigh with his palm, which was facing the sky.
Odile, whose body was curled up like a hedgehog playing dead, couldn’t shake off Siwoo’s strength and stand up.
Ignoring Odile’s command, Siwoo pushed his cock, which had been slightly pulled out, even deeper.
“Ah…ah…ah…”
He covered Odile’s small body, using his weight to press down and push it in to the limit, as if devouring her.
Feeling Odile’s body stiffen, he immediately covered her lips with his own.
He swallowed Odile’s soft lips, which had been babbling, and immediately bit and sucked her tongue.
A kiss in a fully spread anal position.
Normally, it would be a high-difficulty pose comparable to advanced yoga, but the difference in size between Odile and Siwoo was so great, and Odile’s hip joint was more flexible than imagined, so it was achieved more easily than expected.
“Uup…uum…? Um…?”
Odile’s eyes widened in shock.
She looked at Siwoo, who was slowly moving his waist, as if bewildered.
As their tongues slowly intertwined, Siwoo began to move his waist back and forth.
-Swish! Slurp, squish
“Um….uup….um…”
The sound of silk rustling.
The sound of a cock forcing a tiny hole wider, rubbing against the mucous membrane.
The old woman’s face was a roadmap of wrinkles, each one a testament to the years she had weathered. Her eyes, though clouded with age, still held a spark of mischief. She chuckled, a sound like dry leaves rustling in the wind. “You think you’re so clever, huh? Trying to trick old Granny?”
I shifted uncomfortably, my cheeks burning. “I wasn’t trying to trick you, Granny. I just… I wanted to see if you were paying attention.”
She snorted, a sound that made the chickens in the yard scatter. “Paying attention? I’ve been paying attention since before you were even a twinkle in your father’s eye.” She reached out a gnarled hand and pinched my cheek, not hard, but enough to make me wince. “Don’t you go thinking you can pull one over on me, little one.”
I rubbed my cheek, trying to look contrite. “I won’t, Granny. I promise.”
She studied me for a moment, her eyes sharp and knowing. Then, she smiled, a slow, warm smile that crinkled the corners of her eyes. “Good. Now, come on. Let’s go inside. I made your favorite.”
My stomach rumbled at the mention of food. “What is it?” I asked, my earlier embarrassment forgotten.
“You’ll see,” she said, her voice full of secrets. “But you have to promise to eat every last bite.”
I grinned. “I promise!”
She took my hand, her grip surprisingly strong, and led me towards the small, cozy house. The smell of something delicious wafted from the open doorway, making my mouth water. I couldn’t wait to see what Granny had cooked up this time.
A large foreign object entered and exited my body.
And inside my mouth, a large, thick tongue is flicking and swirling, tapping against each of my teeth.
It was on a different level from anything I had done before.
The world was a stage, and all the men and women merely players.
I was born into this world as a supporting character.
A supporting character who would be forgotten as soon as the main character appeared.
That was my role.
I was a mere extra, a passerby, a nameless face in the crowd.
I was not the protagonist who would change the world, nor was I the villain who would oppose them.
I was just a supporting character who would be forgotten as soon as the main character appeared.
That was my fate.
I was a mere extra, a passerby, a nameless face in the crowd.
I was not the protagonist who would change the world, nor was I the villain who would oppose them.
I was just a supporting character who would be forgotten as soon as the main character appeared.
That was my destiny.
I was a mere extra, a passerby, a nameless face in the crowd.
I was not the protagonist who would change the world, nor was I the villain who would oppose them.
I was just a supporting character who would be forgotten as soon as the main character appeared.
That was my life.
I was a mere extra, a passerby, a nameless face in the crowd.
I was not the protagonist who would change the world, nor was I the villain who would oppose them.
I was just a supporting character who would be forgotten as soon as the main character appeared.
That was my existence.
I was a mere extra, a passerby, a nameless face in the crowd.
I was not the protagonist who would change the world, nor was I the villain who would oppose them.
I was just a supporting character who would be forgotten as soon as the main character appeared.
That was my everything.
I was a mere extra, a passerby, a nameless face in the crowd.
I was not the protagonist who would change the world, nor was I the villain who would oppose them.
I was just a supporting character who would be forgotten as soon as the main character appeared.
That was my all.
I was a mere extra, a passerby, a nameless face in the crowd.
I was not the protagonist who would change the world, nor was I the villain who would oppose them.
I was just a supporting character who would be forgotten as soon as the main character appeared.
That was my end.
